Well here it is Sunday again. And I didn’t weigh myself. Aside from the fact that I ate approximately 17 latkes with sour cream, 3 pounds of brisket, and precisely .75 cardamom cookies for each resident of the United States, I am not going to post a slim-down post because I didn’t weigh myself at my normal time. I woke up, and latkes with fried eggs on top were calling my name. Oh man that was a delicious breakfast. And since I left the sour cream at my mom’s last night, we used cream cheese. Almost as good as the real thing.
But this brings me to my tip for the day. Be consistent when you’re weighing yourself. I always weigh myself first thing in the morning, after peeing, and naked. That way I’m getting a consistent result. If I normally weigh myself first thing and then one week do an after-breakfast weigh, or an evening weigh, the results will be crazy. Your weight can fluctuate by multiple pounds during the day, so just do yourself a favor and be consistent, no matter what time of day it is or what you’ve eaten or what you’re wearing.
Here I asked the mountain man to take a picture of me and Danielle peeling veggies for the brisket and latkes. When I looked at my photos later I noticed that there was a photo of vegetables and boobs. Well played, Mountain Man. Well played.
Baby fight #2.
Baby fight #3. Opa and Oddie like it better than the babies…
Take #473. Everyone agrees that whatever it looks like, it’s the one.
Hope you had a wonderful Christmas!